Alas, my hopes at a running joke at “The Silent Croatian’s” expense were immediately dashed as the show opened with him giving some commentary. It turns out, his name is David and he’s most likely never even been to Europe, let alone participated in racial cleansing. Oh well, something tells me there will still be plenty of material to make fun of David with later on – his hair alone could fill a paragraph.

The conference room survivors arrived back at the loft to resounding… apathy. Everyone had agreed that it would be Dawn who would be sent packing, or perhaps maybe Jim. It was then I realized that for a “PR Consultant,” Dawn is a very unlikable person. Perhaps her gig is to represent extremely unlikable clients, thereby shifting some of the hate onto herowndamnself? Whatever, I happen to dislike Jim far more than Dawn. He’s just such a slimy bastard, I imagine he lives under a bridge and eats small children for fun. Small, handicapped children. There’s simply no way anyone could love Jim – Brr-Ring! It’s the giant stupid Pottery Barn phone and it’s Jim’s wife on the line! Holy crap, this prick is married?

Lest you think for one second he somehow has a caring bone in his body, it turns out that his wife is pregnant and expecting to give birth at any moment. Huh? And he’s in New York acting the fool on a reality show? As if that weren’t enough, he concluded his call with, “I love you, good luck in your task.” I’m not a woman and I’ve never been pregnant, but godamnit, that’s just about as insensitive as one could be. Then again, something tells me Martha Stewart would find that to be a perfectly acceptable refrain.

Where was Frau Martha? Oh, there she is, tending to her horses out at her stables in Westchester County. When she called into the loft to lay down the ground rules for the day, she asked how everyone was doing. “Most everyone is still sleeping,” she was told. (It was someone from Primarius, and aside from Howie, I couldn’t tell you anyone’s name on that team.) Martha seemed surprised and replied, "Oh really, I've been up for hours!" Geez, such perky passive aggression.